Should you have recourse to sinister practices, you will find Sir Launcelot Greaves ready to demand an account of your conduct, not in the character of a lunatic knight-errant, but as a plain English gentleman, jealous of his honour, and resolute in his purpose." To this address Mr.Sycamore made no reply, but with a sullen aspect ordered the carriage to proceed; and it moved accordingly to the right, our hero's road to London lying in the other direction.
Sir Launcelot had already exchanged his armour for a riding-coat, hat, and boots; and Crowe, parting with his skull-cap and leathern jerkin, regained, in some respects, the appearance of a human creature.

Thus metamorphosed, they pursued their way in an easy pace, Mr.Clarke endeavouring to amuse them with a learned dissertation on the law, tending to demonstrate that Mr.Sycamore was, by his behaviour on that day, liable to three different actions, besides a commission of lunacy; and that Dawdle might be prosecuted for having practised subtle craft to the annoyance of his uncle, over and above an action for assault and battery; because, for why?
The said Crowe having run away, as might be easily proved, before any blows were given, the said Dawdle, by pursuing him even out of the highroad, putting him in fear, and committing battery on his body, became to all intents and purposes the aggressor; and an indictment would lie in Banco Regis.
The captain's pride was so shocked at these observations, that he exclaimed with equal rage and impatience, "You lie, you dog, in Bilcum Regis--you lie, I say, you lubber, I did not run away; nor was I in fear, d'ye see.

It was my son of a bitch of a horse that would not obey the helm, d'ye see, whereby I cou'd n't use my metal, d'ye see.

As for the matter of fear, you and fear may kiss my--So don't go and heave your stink-pots at my character, d'ye see, or--agad I'll trim thee fore and aft with a--I wool." Tom protested he meant nothing but a little speculation, and Crowe was appeased.
In the evening they reached the town of Bugden without any farther adventure, and passed the night in great tranquillity.
Next morning, even after the horses were ordered to be saddled, Mr.
Clarke, without ceremony, entered the apartment of Sir Launcelot, leading in a female, who proved to be the identical Mrs.Dolly Cowslip.

This young woman, advancing to the knight, cried, "O Sir Launcelot! my dear leady, my dear leady!"-- but was hindered from proceeding by a flood of tears, which the tender-hearted lawyer mingled with a plentiful shower of sympathy.
Our adventurer starting at this exclamation, "O heavens!" cried he, "where is my Aurelia?
speak, where did you leave that jewel of my soul?
answer me in a moment--I am all terror and impatience!" Dolly, having recollected herself, told him that Mr.Darnel had lodged his niece in the new buildings by May Fair; that, on the second night after their arrival, a very warm expostulation had passed between Aurelia and her uncle, who next morning dismissed Dolly, without permitting her to take leave of her mistress, and that same day moved to another part of the town, as she afterwards learned of the landlady, though she could not inform her whither they were gone.